 | Lyrics by John B Tabb |  |
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IN SOLITUDE.
Like as a brook that all night longSings, as at noon, a bubble-song
To Sleep's unheeding ear,
The Poet to himself must sing,
When none but God is listening
The lullaby to hear.
| Lyrics by John B Tabb | |
Sings, as at noon, a bubble-song
To Sleep's unheeding ear,
The Poet to himself must sing,
When none but God is listening
The lullaby to hear.